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A Poem by John Preston
There’s a young lady who writes from
afar
And what of you I know I’m a pa not a ma
Might I find her, so wonderful in a parade
She’s pretty and slim, petite, her taste palate
What can I say my heart be smitten in a cage
Sparkling bright,
sky blue eye’s don’t
be folate
Without a word her story unfolds, rolling waves
A golden, sun drenched beach heat that
beats
Exercise to keep her form,
racing, pacing clock
She writes with love from her heart in a block
One is so very smart, tumbling roadside park
She’s travelled the world, Oh! So far air miles smile
Wanting to settle,
Oh! Where Hungary dine for two
Could we ever meet or speak knowing none but thee
Is there one or two out of frame, pretty little picture
Don’t blame who ever whom takes, still it brakes, motion
It could be a very good mate,
wanting to rush needed a push
So one’s asking could we date, it’s all in the timing surly mate
By letter or email even a text always most days some late
Let’s see how we go so slow, not a care in the world starry eyes
Don’t rush me duck don’t buck I’m always reading a book
© 2015 John Preston
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Added on July 31, 2015
Last Updated on July 31, 2015
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John PrestonAshbourne, Derbyshire Dales, United Kingdom
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I'm past my time not long to go, but ha I'll just keep going, day by day one step at a time.
I can not write but I try poetry, rime a little story.
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